Four more days left of employment. The accountant cut my last paycheck yesterday. (Silly gooses! They trust me enough to stick out the week.) As I deposited it in the bank, I felt a pang in my stomach. It's not that my earning power has come to an end. I expect to make more money. But, there was something very final about it. Like the end of a relationship. "That's it," I said to myself, driving away from my regular lane in the drive-up. "That's it. For now."